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the same time. It's a real pain.
    “ You don't
seem ill.” He's not convinced.
    “ Well, I am.”
I hug myself, glaring at him.
    “ This is the
trade. If you want the clothes and the shoe, you give me a private
strip tease.” He makes it sound like a compromise, but it's
not. I lose, either way.
    “ You know
what? Forget it.” I throw my hands up at him before turning
around to stomp out of the room.
    He's on his feet in
an instant, closing the distance between us, his hand wrapping
tightly around my wrist, keeping me from leaving. He pulls me back to
him until we're facing each other, our bodies dangerously close. His
eyes are filled with lust. If I wasn't so frightened, I might be
attracted to him. But he's all predator right now. Just as dangerous
as the monsters downstairs.
    I'm terrified. I'm
not sure whether to scream or strike him. If I strike him, I'll
surely go to jail. I'm not even supposed to be here. But I can't
possibly give in to his demand. That's not who I am. I'd rather end
up in jail than defiled by some stranger.
    We stand in a
stalemate for several moments. I try to pull my arm away from him,
but he doesn't let go. His eyes move over my face, falling to my
lips.
    “ You're
scaring me,” I whimper. As if in time with my words, I begin to
shake, the adrenaline and fear too much for my body to handle.
    He lets go of me
immediately, taking a step back. The lust leaves his expression and
is replaced by a look of concern.
    “ I'm sorry,”
he stutters, casting his eyes to the floor in shame for a few brief
seconds. “Turn around,” he tells me, retreating toward
the chair where he left the clean clothes he found for me.
    “ Why?”
    “ Just do it,”
his voice is firm.
    This is the moment I
should run. I know that. He's planning something horrible for me.
That's just the way men like him are. They think they can do whatever
they want because they have money. I need to run, but instead, I
obey.
    “ Are you going
to let me go?” I ask.
    “ Yes, but not
yet.” His footsteps move away from me, and then I hear him
returning. The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats. “Take
off your dress,” he tells me.
    “ No.” My
anxiety compounds with his words. Why won't he let me leave? I just
want to leave.
    “ I'm not going
to hurt you. I'm not even going to look at you. You don't have to
turn around.” There's no sexuality in his tone.
    “ I want to
leave,” I whisper, feeling my eyes begin to water. I'd been
trying to hold back the flood of emotion sloshing inside of me, but
it seems it's finally made it to the surface. I'm only a few minutes
short of being a blabbering mess.
    “ Take off your
dress. I'm not letting you leave until you do as I say.”
    “ You said you
wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do.” I stare at the door,
feeling my feet itching to run.
    “ You'll do
this.” He's so close. So threateningly close.
    I stand there for
several moments, feeling my heart drumming against my chest. With the
door closed, the music is partially drowned out. All other noise
amplifies with the intensity of the situation. His breathing. My
breathing.
    If I run, I fear
he'll give chase. I fear he'll rape me. I should probably do what he
says, but I don't want to.
    It takes everything
in me to drop the shoe I've been holding and force my hands to the
bottom of my dress. Tears cascade down my cheeks as I think of Ethel
disrobing downstairs. All the men were looking at her. But she wanted
them to see her like that. I don't want this man to see me in my
underwear. What choice do I have though?
    Every inch of skin I
expose makes me feel filthier. The material slides over my back, the
cool air in the room making me shiver that much more. I've never let
a man see me in my underwear before. This stranger is violating me.
He's destroying my soul.
    I toss the dress to
the floor, letting it crumple on top of the shoe. My face is set into
a deep frown. I hate the world right now. Hate Ethel for her